Novelish Amu

There's always a war raging, the war between good and evil, be it in our world, in our hearts or in our minds. And no matter which side wins it always takes something away from us, our loved ones, and the beautiful nature of the earth, it takes it all away and leaves us with pain and misery.

No matter how many times I reincarnate, I always come back to the same broken world, burdened with a curse, my only purpose is to cleanse the Earth, cleanse the hatred, and bring balance. For many centuries that’s all I have ever done, that’s all I’ve ever known, until I met him, the one who made me want to live a full life, to choose my own destiny. My wish is to forget all my past lives, end this curse and be with my love. But everything comes at a price. 

WARNING! This story contains scenes of violence, death and explicit sex, user discretion is advised.

Night Hunter (BL)

The weight of Ithil’s anger pressed down on me, suffocating and inescapable. I stood frozen, like a solitary figure caught in the eye of a storm, her fury a tangible force that seemed to drain the air from my lungs. 


"Ithil, a little courtesy—like knocking—wouldn’t have hurt," Ruth muttered, her voice low and taut with frustration. Her clenched teeth betrayed her restraint. 


Ithil dismissed her with a wave of her hand, the motion was sharp and brimming with disdain. The gesture sent a ripple of energy through the air, rattling the mansion’s windows until they trembled like leaves in a storm. 


Did I really think I could outmanoeuvre her? Foolishly buy myself enough time to craft a strategy? The thought turned bitterly in my mind, a realization of just how naïve I’d been. 


The silence broke as two more elves appeared beside Ithil, their arrival seamless and unnerving. Their presence amplified the tension in the air, of course, she wouldn't come to face someone like Jezebel alone. 


Anger Of A Fae Princess